A
Doctor Who Fan Fiction story. Part Two Of Two
This
story was written in 2005 during the broadcast of Series One.
The
story stars Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor and Billie Piper as
Rose Tyler and
is
set between the episodes 'World War Three' and 'Dalek'.
You
can visit a web page about Samuel Summers here: http://ttv.simonswebsite.co.uk/samuelsummers/
PROLOGUE
Above
the pulpit was a huge, round, blue, swirling vortex.
‘You’re
too late timelord! Back when I was alive I could heal people with my
powers, and I will use my powers to combine this country with the other
side! No one can stop me now!’ Samuel laughed manically.
‘You’re
insane!’ shouted the Doctor. ‘Opening the rift causes the lives of
everyone in this country to be in danger!’
‘So
what?’ shrugged Samuel. ‘It’s only a tiny island, it’s not as if
it will be missed, anyway, what I am doing is for the good of this world!
And no one can stop me!’ Samuel laughed again.
There
was a pause.
‘I
will!’ said the Doctor.
‘You!’
questioned Samuel in surprise. ‘Puny timelord! I’d like to see you
try!’
‘You
will see!’ announced the Doctor and ran towards the door. Rose and
Daniel followed him.
When
they were outside of the main church and back in the foyer, the Doctor
pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it towards the door and
immediately it locked.
‘What
can we do?’ asked Daniel.
‘We
haven’t much time!’ said the Doctor heading towards the Vestry.
‘But
the job I need you two to do is incredibly important to those people in
this country!’
Inside
the vestry…
‘You’re
a Christian man aren’t you, believing in God and all that jazz?’ asked
the Doctor to Daniel.
‘Well,
of course!’ he replied ‘I wouldn’t be a preacher if I wasn’t!’ he
said indignantly.
‘Good!’
grinned the Doctor. ‘I’ve seen some who weren’t Christian at all, yet
still ran a church!’
‘Like
that bloke out there?’ piped up Rose.
‘Exactly!’
said the Doctor. ‘Now’ he began…
‘I
need you two to stay put here, I suggest you find out as much as possible
about Samuel Summers as you can. I, however, will go back to the TARDIS and
go back to 1925 and find out more about what happened myself. I shouldn’t
be too long!’
‘Why
can’t I come?’ asked Rose. ‘I said I’d look after you and I will and
where I’m going will be dangerous for you.’
Rose
agreed that the Doctor would know best.
Elsewhere…
In
the park where the Doctor and Rose has first arrived there were three
teenagers playing near ‘The Old Oak’ restaurant. One of the teenagers
accidentally kicked the ball towards the café. He ran to get it. The ball
stopped by a strange blue box.
‘Hey
come and look at this!’ he shouted to others. They came running over.
‘Looks
like that weird thing from that new sci-fi programme.’ Said one.
Simeon,
one of the boys in the group piped up. ‘It’s the TARDIS from Doctor Who,
wonder if we can get in?’
Before
they could have a go, the Doctor strolled up to the TARDIS and pulled out a
silver Yale key – the TARDIS key.
The
group of teenagers looked confused, as the door was unlocked. The Doctor
looked at the teenagers.
‘Oi,
what are you lot standing there for, it isn’t public transport you
know!’ he announced sternly.
‘Go
on, shoo!’ he made a gesture with his hand before entering the box.
The
three teenagers turned to walk away when they heard a loud wheezing and
groaning noise, they turned round to face a small gust of wind pass by them
and a blue light fade away.
‘Way
cool!’ said Simeon to himself.
*
* *
Back
in the vestry…
‘So
who is that friend of yours then?’ asked Daniel tapping away on his
laptop.
‘He’s
the Doctor!’ replied Rose.
‘Doctor
who?’
‘Just
the Doctor.’ Rose smiled.
‘Oh’
said Daniel. ‘He seems to know a lot.’ Said Daniel trying to make a bit
of conversation as he clicked onto Google.
‘Umm’
Rose replied swinging her legs on the table while flicking through the
history books.
‘Look
at this!’ Daniel said shortly.
Rose
got up and walked over to the desk that Daniel was sitting at. On the screen
was a website all about the mysterious Samuel Summers and the fateful event
that happened in 1925
‘There
have been many theories into how a whole congregation of 150 disappeared one
Sunday morning; this is what we believe to be correct…’
The website began.
‘It
is known that friends and relatives of the reverend believed he was the
‘Chosen One’ because he had stigmata from birth.
When
he was 12 in 1907 his mother was dying of what would now be TB, he knelt
beside her bed and held her hand and prayed. She survived or was ‘healed
by her son’ according to her words.
Soon
the First World War broke out and Samuel was sent to fight.
When
he came back he found that his mother had died of an unknown cause –
something still unknown today. He was bitter and angry about not being able
to saver her.
In
1921, Samuel Summers trained as a vicar and soon married. In 1924, they
moved from London to a town 60 miles away called Northampton where he
visited several churches before settling at a new opened church in the
Abington area the following year.
Several
strange occurrences happened that year which involved the healing of many of
the congregation from several fatal diseases. Local people were astounded by
these so-called ‘miracles’ that the church was packed every week.
However it would be the following year that would prove disastrous as the church
would be completely destroyed and a whole congregation would disappear
completely with no remains.’
‘Oh.
My. Gosh!’ exclaimed Rose as she read the website.
N.B.
You can check out the Samuel Summer's website at: http://ttv.simonswebsite.co.uk/samuelsummers/
*
*
*
Elsewhere…
The
TARDIS landed in 1926 outside the church. The Doctor stepped out into the
pavement.
Nearby,
he could see several groups of people heading towards him but before they
got to the TARDIS they turned a corner into the entrance of the church.
The
Doctor walked forward several steps towards a young couple heading towards
the church. His battered leather jacket flowed in the small breeze.
‘Excuse
me?’ the Doctor tapped the young woman of the couple on the shoulder.
‘Yes?’
she said in a received English accent turning round to face the Doctor.
‘Is
this the church where Rev. Samuel Summers preaches?’ the Doctor asked.
‘Oh
yes!’ she smiled. ‘He is a wonderful man and he actually manages to heal
people…’ before she could finish she was pulled away by her smartly
dressed husband with greased back hair into the church.
The
Doctor decided he would go in and see why this preacher was so wonderful.
As
he walked casually in wearing his usual costume of leather jacket, thin
pullover and jeans, he could hear mutterings amongst several people saying
‘Humph! We don’t like that sort of thing here!’ and ‘Look at him in
those horrid clothes’.
He
decided to sit near the back of the church and before long the church choir
warbled an introit before the vicar walked in.
‘They’re
worse than the singing sponges of planet Seattleberg’ the Doctor thought
to himself.
‘Good
morning!’ boomed the voice of Samuel Summers as he entered the pulpit.
‘This
morning is going to be slightly different.’ Samuel announced.
The
Doctor looked concerned as this usually meant trouble.
‘Today
is the last service I will be preaching at…’ continued Samuel.
There
were mumblings of disappointment around the congregation. The Doctor relaxed
a little.
‘In
spirit of the old Bible traditions I have mentioned in my sermons for the
past month, today we come to sacrifice…’
When
the Doctor heard the last word, he suddenly felt sick in his throat and he
tensed up, something he heard Rose mention when she read from the history
book.
‘The
church was burned down with the whole congregation inside…’
He
was sitting amongst the congregation that would be burned to death if he
didn’t do something.
‘STOP!’
the Doctor shouted and stood up from his seat.
‘You!’
thundered Samuel. ‘Seize him!’ Samuel pointed to the stewards to take
hold of the Doctor.
Two
of them did as they were told.
‘Don’t
listen to him!’ announced the Doctor speaking to the congregation. ‘He
is planning to burn each and every one of you alive in this sacrifice he
talks of!’
Panic
spread amongst several people.
‘So,
you may have revealed my plan but it doesn’t mean you can stop me –
Doctor!’ Samuel laughed and pulled out a lamp from underneath the pulpit,
which was already dripping with a liquid from it.
Samuel
began to laugh and prance around the front of the church singing ‘Give me
oil in my lamp, keep me burning!’
Many
of the congregation had tried to get out and leave but the other stewards,
who were under Samuel’s instructions, were blocking the doors and
wouldn’t let them past.
Samuel
then pulled out a box of Lucifer’s matches from a pocket in his black
robe. The Doctor suddenly realised what was about to happen.
He
twisted his arms round the arms of the steward so he could get free. The
Doctor then hit the stewards on the back which made them fall to the ground.
‘Venusian
Karate comes in handy!’ he thought to himself.
Samuel
pulled out a match.
‘I’m
sorry!’ the Doctor shouted, ‘I wish I could save you all!’
The
match was now lit and Samuel knelt down to the floor, the Doctor realised he
had only seconds to escape or else he would be burned along with the
congregation.
He
rushed outside and into the TARDIS, screams of panic could be heard inside
the church.
As
glass smashed and loud thundering noises from the explosion sounded, the
groaning noise of the TARDIS faded out as the TARDIS returned to 2005.
The
Doctor slumped into the seat beside the console. He sat with his head in his
hands. ‘They could have been saved.’ He thought.
‘If
my people were still around they would have prevented that.’
He
wiped a slightly watery eye with his hand then sat back and relaxed until
the TARDIS lands.
Back
in 2005…
‘The
Doctor should be back soon!’ said Rose to Daniel, and as she said that she
could feel something burning from her jeans pocket. She felt in her pocket
and realised it was the TARDIS key burning. Rose smiled to herself.
‘I
hope so!’ said Daniel ‘so he can get us out of this mess!’
Soon
enough there was a wheezing and groaning sound, which Rose knew only too
well now, was the TARDIS. It landed in the vestry and the Doctor stepped
out.
‘You
all right?’ questioned Rose.
‘Yeah!’
replied the Doctor and sat down in a seat.
‘Well?’
asked Daniel.
‘That
man that died here last week…’ began the Doctor.
‘Yes…’
Daniel urged the Doctor to continue.
‘He
is the son of a preacher man.’ The Doctor announced.
‘Was
Dusty Springfield involved?’ asked Rose grinning.
‘You
what?’ questioned the Doctor.
‘How
do you know that?’ said Daniel.
‘Mum’s
a fan!’ she replied.
The
Doctor grinned at this remembering how his granddaughter Susan used to be
fond of British music.
There
were noises coming from the church, like voices moaning.
The
Doctor shot up from his seat and ran to see where the voices were coming
from.
The
spinning vortex had grown stronger and there were bodies coming through the
vortex. The Doctor recognised these as belonging to people from 1926 who had
died when the church was blown up.
‘Oh
hello!’ Samuel smiled a toothy grin at the Doctor, Rose and Daniel.
‘Thought
you had decided to give up!’ he sneered.
‘Obviously
not!’ the Doctor replied sarcastically.
‘Well
you are too late as my project is almost completed.’
Samuel
could barely be heard over the moaning coming from the people stepping
through the vortex.
The
Doctor had turned his back on Samuel to speak to Rose and Daniel.
‘Do
you have a cross?’ the Doctor asked.
Daniel
showed him a small cross he had in his pocket.
‘Good!
Now follow everything I do and repeat what I say replacing my faith with
your faith, ok?’
‘Understood.’
Replied Daniel.
‘Are
you listening to me?’ shouted Samuel getting irritated.
‘No!’
shouted Rose back to him.
The
Doctor and Daniel approached Samuel while Rose stayed back and watched.
‘I
am here as representative of the Gallifreyan Rassilonism religion.’ The
Doctor announced.
‘I
am here as representative of the Christian faith.’ Daniel copied.
‘And
we demand that as this is a place of sanctuary that you stop making sinful
deeds within this church and go back to where you came from!’ the Doctor
continued.
‘Oh
ho ho!’ Samuel laughed, ‘You think your silly talk will stop me?’
Samuel laughed again.
The
Doctor wasn’t listening he was already telling Daniel what to do next.
‘NOW!’
the Doctor shouted. Daniel held his cross out facing Samuel and the Doctor
held out a little emblem of the Seal of Rassilon he had in a pocket too.
With
his other hand, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver.
‘W-what
are you doing?’ Samuel questioned nervously.
Then
he realised what was going to happen.
The
Doctor used the light of his sonic screwdriver to shine a shadow of the
cross and Rassilon seal directly as Samuel’s eyes.
‘Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!’
Samuel screamed.
All
the bodies of the people and Samuel Summers were sucked into the spinning
vortex. As soon as they were sucked in, the vortex disappeared as if it had
been switched off like a television.
All
was peaceful.
‘Strong
faith can help in all kinds of trouble!’ the Doctor concluded.
*
*
*
‘Thank
you for everything!’ Daniel said as he shook both the Doctor’s and
Rose’s hands.
‘All
in a day’s work!’ the Doctor grinned.
‘Goodbye!’
they both said as they stepped into the TARDIS.
Inside…
‘There’s
just something else I need to do before we move on…’ The Doctor said as
the TARDIS dematerialised.
Daniel
watched the TARDIS fade away before moving off to clear up any mess.
The
TARDIS landed back in 1926.
‘Stay
here!’ the Doctor said to Rose. ‘I won’t be long!’
The
Doctor stepped out into the middle of the ruined church where several people
were sweeping up the mess that had been made.
The
Doctor tapped an oldish looking man on the shoulder.
‘Here!’
he said handing him a piece of folded paper. ‘It might come in useful!’
The
man nodded in gratitude and as the Doctor walked back to the TARDIS, the man
leant on his brush and opened the folded paper.
‘Where
to now then Rose Tyler?’ grinned the Doctor as he stood by the console.
‘How
about somewhere in the future?’ she replied smiling a broad grin, with her
tongue fixed between her teeth, back at this stranger who was now her new
best friend.
‘Your
wish is my command!’ the Doctor said and began to impress Rose once more
with all the knobs and dials positioned on the console. The time rotor
shifted up and down as the TARDIS dematerialised into time and space.
Back
in 2005, Daniel casually wandered through the corridor to the foyer when he
noticed a slightly dusty plaque on the wall.
He
rubbed it with the sleeve of his shirt and then stood back to see what it
said.
‘The
design of the current building was made by “The Doctor” in 1926.’
Daniel smiled to himself.
As
he walked towards the door, he threw his car keys up in the air and caught
them back in his palm.
‘All
in a day’s work!’ he laughed to himself.
THE
END.
